No Crying In Baseball

In an unexpected role reversal, Pottymouth steers us away from shotskis and towards responsible behavior and making amends. Patti, meanwhile, says “balls” too much, and narrowly avoids a shotski situation at a college hockey game.

Our postseason boyfriends past and present play some sexy defense (Michael Brantley), and hit some key homeruns (DJ LeMahieu and Jose Altuve). Brantley also hits a scary foul into the dugout, sending a paramedic to the hospital, because dugouts do not, and never will, have protective netting. Always and forever boyfriend Anthony Rendon, and maybe one day future BF Alex Bregman, set up a WS 3rd base match-up for the ages. Gerardo Parra makes a play for a future boyfriend designation by delivering plush baby sharks to pediatric cancer patients at DC’s Children’s Hospital. We provide helpful guidance on the predicament of who to root for when both closers (Chapman and Osuna) are abusers. The hitters. Root for the hitters.

Pottymouth’s heart grows three sizes today as she apologizes for the final time to CC Sabathia and celebrates his contributions to the sport -- and shows that she means her new outlook when she slams very specific Yankees fans for very specific egregious behavior, instead of making generalizations.

Patti takes a look at the juiced ball regular season and the dead ball postseason and wonders if we just ran out of juiced balls? And considers how it bodes well for her favorite style of play, small ball. We also review the MLB proposal to gut the Minor League program for all the right stated reasons but yikes, This is big. 

And we mention several hundred times that HOLY SHIT THE NATIONALS ARE IN THE WORLD SERIES.